Chapter 1408 - 651: When Did You Develop the Illusion That What Just Happened Wasn’t Deceit?

"In my Divine Kingdom, you will gain eternal life, and I will love you just as I did before.

We will also live together forever in the heaven that belongs to us."

Only then did it become clear that what he meant by "living together forever" was inside his stomach.

From the start, there was no familial love, no friendship, no romantic love, nor any recognition, only pure exploitation!

Suddenly, her vision blackened, yet inexplicably she recalled the image of the only man in her life, handsome and majestic, exuding warmth and Holy Light, smiling at her.

The girl looked up at him, diligently drying her tears, her lips curving up, her smile beautiful amidst tears like pear blossoms:

"This is good too. To die alongside His Majesty Saint Byron might be considered the final fortune in this tragic life of mine?"

However.

The pain of being bitten and devoured by the Centipede did not come.

In contrast, the figure before her eyes became clearer.

Until he slowly walked up to her, just like last night, extending a handkerchief to help her dry her unstoppable tears, his smile warm and gentle:

"Though Miss Amita looks exceptionally beautiful when crying, I still hope that a girl as beautiful as you will never shed tears again in this life."

Amita sat there dumbfounded, until she felt the warmth of Byron’s fingertips, which jolted her back to her senses. She stared at him for a while before suddenly springing up to him.

She whimpered:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, you didn’t actually die? Am I dreaming? Boo hoo..."

Even though living in the warm Gobi desert, this girl seemed to be made of water, always crying effortlessly.

Byron gently patted her thin back, laughingly comforting her:

"There, there, don’t cry. Didn’t I say I condensed the [Deceit] Divine Position to demonstrate what truly ’nothing can be eternally true, means unbound by shackles’?

When did you start having the illusion that wasn’t... deceit?

Isn’t recognizing the true face of the Assassin a matter to be celebrated?"

The Assassin had also said something similar.

"When did you have the illusion that I really would help you?"

But one plunged her into despair, casting her into the Abyss; while the other rekindled her hope, granting salvation, and after hitting rock bottom, her emotions soared to the extreme.

Instantly, infinite joy filled the girl’s heart, as an extraordinarily thick anchoring chain formed silently between her and Byron.

Compared to Byron, who was anchored by tens of millions of chains, Amita was shockingly clean, aside from the anchoring with Silver Law, Byron was her only!

After a while, Amita calmed her emotions again, her lips quivering:

"Sorry, Your Majesty Saint Byron, can you... could you please put on some clothes first?"

The illusion space controlled by [Deceit] Six Senses, no matter how long it lasted, was only a moment outside.

Byron, while breaking the Melting Furnace Shredder, activated the newly obtained Divine Position simultaneously, naturally still in battle-damaged state now.

"Ahem."

Byron turned his body around, changing back into a spare Navy uniform, the uniform automatically adjusting size for his full two and a half meters height.

Amita did not avoid Byron; she removed the [Shadow Nether Cave] close to her body, returning to her original desert-style red dress and scarf outfit.

And in the sandstorm opposite, the Assassin stood dazed like a stone pillar with eyes closed.

Just his facial expressions were rich, perhaps already ascending to Demigod in the dream.

Seeing this "fiancé" who toyed with her emotions and obsession like a monkey once again, black energy surged from Amita’s body.

In the real world, anchoring with the [Assassination] Divine Position.

Once the blackening of the mind occurs, even after making amends, it’s hard to return to the past.

However, for this innocent flower, such transformation might not necessarily be a bad thing.

A black Sleeve Sword appeared in her hand, and without hesitation, she walked forward.

Smack! Smack!...

Blood splattered on the spot.

It turned out to be her holding the Sleeve Sword, stabbing the Assassin 27 times, avoiding fatal spots each time, yet causing him extreme pain.

"Ah——!"

When stabbed the first time, the intense pain suddenly woke the Assassin from his beautiful dream.

Unfortunately, he could not summon 34 ancestors in the real world, nor complete the assassination ritual, at this point completely losing the ability to resist.

Using up all the potions stored as his Miracle Object treasure, he probably had to lie here wailing for three days and nights, only dying of excessive blood loss.

Moreover, the pain on his body couldn’t compare to the despair of his dreams being shattered.

"No——! This can’t be true!

Amita, you witch, you didn’t intend to harm Saint Byron from the start, did you? How dare you harm me! You won’t meet with a good end!"

This time it transformed from Amita to the Assassin despairingly wailing on the ground.

Lost his fiancée, assassination failed, ritual failed, [Assassination] Divine Position stripped away.

The hopes of 35 generations thus shattered, the Sabah Family completely fell into the dust, with no chance of continuation ever again.